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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Kayak,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.