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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
The Motions,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.