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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.