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 Syria 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.