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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Can,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.