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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.