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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.