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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.