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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.