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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.