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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.