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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Nico,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.