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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.