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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
World's Most,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.