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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.