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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.