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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.