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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. 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?
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.