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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 X-101 to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
DNA,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.