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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Pole,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.