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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.