Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.