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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.