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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.