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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Monks,
The Human League,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.