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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.