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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.