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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.