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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.