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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.