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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.