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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.