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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.