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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.