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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.