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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.