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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.