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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.