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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.