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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
UT,
Ponytail,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.