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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.