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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.