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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Pole,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.