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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Rekid,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.