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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.