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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.