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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.