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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Visage,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.