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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
This Heat,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.