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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Skaos,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.