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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
June Days,
X-101,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.