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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.