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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.