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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.