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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.