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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.