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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 CMW to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.