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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.