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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.