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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Happenings 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.