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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.