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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.