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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.