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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
John Holt,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Ten City,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.