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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.