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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.