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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.