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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
CMW,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.