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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.