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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.