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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.