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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
The Victims,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Faust,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.