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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.