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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Gong,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.