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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.