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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.