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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.