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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Echospace,
The Evens,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.