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 Burkina 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.