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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.