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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Real Kids to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.