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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Television,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.