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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Can,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.