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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Slave,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.