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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.