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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.