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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.