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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.