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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.