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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.