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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Nas,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.