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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.