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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.