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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.