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 Suriname and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.