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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.