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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.