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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
The Residents,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.