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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.