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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.