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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.