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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.