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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.