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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.