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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
The Sound,
UT,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.