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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.