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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ten City 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.