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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Circle Jerks 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.