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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Slave,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.