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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.