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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Motorama 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.