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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.