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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.