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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.