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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.