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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.