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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.