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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.