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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.