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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.