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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.