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 Luxembourg 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Can,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.