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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.