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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.