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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.