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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Deakin,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.