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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Grey Daturas 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.