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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.