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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.