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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.