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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.