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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
the Germs,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.