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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
MC5,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Mars,
Ponytail,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.