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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.