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 Namibia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.