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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.