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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.