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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.