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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.