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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.