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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.