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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
MDC,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.