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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.