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 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monks 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.