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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Pagans,
Scion,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Rapeman,
PIL,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.