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 France and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Selecter 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.