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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.