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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.