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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.