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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Section 25,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.