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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
UT,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Crime,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.