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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.