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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.