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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.