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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.