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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.