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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.