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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.