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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
UT,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.