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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Slave,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.