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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.