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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Al Stewart 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
UT,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.