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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.