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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.