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 Cuba 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.