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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.