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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.