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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Gong,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.