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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.