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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Crime,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.