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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.