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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.