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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.