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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.