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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.