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 Samoa and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.