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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Lyres,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.