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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 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 Aswad to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.