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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.