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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.