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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.