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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.