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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.