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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Television,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.