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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Nico,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Index,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Visage,
Quantec,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.