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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
UT,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.