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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.