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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.