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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.