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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
The Evens,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.