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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.