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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.