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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.