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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.