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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.