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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.