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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.