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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.