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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.