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 France and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.