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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.