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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.