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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.