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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.