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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.