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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.