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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.