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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.