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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.