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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Nico,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.