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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.