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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
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.