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 Samoa 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.