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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Wire,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.