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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.