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 Malaysia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s 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 The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.