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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.