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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.