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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.