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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
10cc,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.