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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.