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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.