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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.