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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Hoover,
JFA,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.