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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.