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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.