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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.