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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.