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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.