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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.