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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
The Index,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.