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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.