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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
cv313,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.