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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.