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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.