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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.