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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.