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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.