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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.