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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.