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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.