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 Bahamas 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.