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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
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.