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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Cymande,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.