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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.