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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.