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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Fall to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Vogues,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.