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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Nico,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.