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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 the Slits to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.