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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.