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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.