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 Angola 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.