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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.