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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.