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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.