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 Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.