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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.