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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.