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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.