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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.