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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.