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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Cymande,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.