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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.