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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.