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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Slave,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.