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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.