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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.