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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.