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 France and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.