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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
The Names,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.