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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.