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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.