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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
cv313,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.