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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
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.