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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.