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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.