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 Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.