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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Can,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.