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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.