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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.