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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Yazoo,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
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.