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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.