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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.