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 Guyana 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.