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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Suicide,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.