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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.