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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.