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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
UT,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
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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.