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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.