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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.