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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 the Swans to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.