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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.