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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum 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?
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.