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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.