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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.