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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.