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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Can,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.