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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
JFA,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.