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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s 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 Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.