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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.