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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.