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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.