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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John 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.