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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.