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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.