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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Ludus,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
X-102,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.