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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Pole,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.