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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
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 D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.