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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.