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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Nico,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.