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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.