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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.