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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
New Order,
X-101,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.