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 Denmark 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.