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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.