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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.