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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Magma,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.