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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.