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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 DNA to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.