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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.