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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.