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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.