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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.