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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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 Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.