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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.