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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.