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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.