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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.