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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.