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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.