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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.