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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.