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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.