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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.