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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Inner City,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.