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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Cluster,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.