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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.