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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
EPMD,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.