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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.