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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.