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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.