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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.