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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.