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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.