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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 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?
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Model 500,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Japan,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.