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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.