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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.