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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.