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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.