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 Brazil 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.