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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.