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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.