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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.