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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.