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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Wings to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.