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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Rakim,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.