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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.