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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.