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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.