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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rekid 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 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.