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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
MC5,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.