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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.