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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.