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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.