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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-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.