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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 CMW to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Smog,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.