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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.