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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.