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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.