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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.