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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.