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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.