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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
UT,
Zapp,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.