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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Visage,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.