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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
PIL,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.