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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.