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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Pole,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.