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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.