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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.