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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
The Busters,
The Monks,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.