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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.