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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.