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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.