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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Cameo 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Gong,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.