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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.