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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Nas,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.