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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.