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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.