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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.