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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Franke,
The Sonics,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.