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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.