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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.