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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.