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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Can,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.