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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
MDC,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.