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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.