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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.