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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
PIL,
Cameo,
Q65,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.