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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.