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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.