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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Nico,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.