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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
X-101,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.