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-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Index,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.