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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.