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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.