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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.