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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.