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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.