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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.