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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.