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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.