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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.