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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.