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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
a-ha,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.