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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Soft Cell 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.