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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Technova,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.