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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Maurizio 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.