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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.