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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Nas,
Audionom,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Moebius,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.