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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.