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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.