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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.