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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.