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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Crime,
Boredoms,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.