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 Honduras 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.