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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.