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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.