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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.