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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.