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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Mars,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.