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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Echospace,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.