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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.