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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.