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 Israel and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.