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 India and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.