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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.