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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.