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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Visage,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.