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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.