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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.