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 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.