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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.