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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.