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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.