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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.