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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.