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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
10cc,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.