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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Scion,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.