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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.