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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.