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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.