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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.