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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.