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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.