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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.