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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.