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 Ghana and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.