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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.