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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.