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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.