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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.