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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.