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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Slave,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.