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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.