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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Nas,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.