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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.