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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.