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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.