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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.