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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.