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 Hungary 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.