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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.