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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.