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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.