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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Quantec,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Franke,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
PIL,
June Days,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.