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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.