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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.