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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.