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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Moebius,
AZ,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Television,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.