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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Standells,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
The Move,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.