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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.