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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Nico,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.