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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.