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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Brick,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.