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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.