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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.