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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.