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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.