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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.