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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.