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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.