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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.