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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Fear,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.