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 Liechtenstein 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.