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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Can,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Magma,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.