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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.