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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.