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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.