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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.