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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Television,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.