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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.