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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.