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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.