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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.