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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J 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?
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.