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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Technova,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.