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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.