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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.