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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.