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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.