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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Smog,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.