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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.